I’m really surprised that I didn’t read this book as a child. It just never crossed my radar. I feel that if I had discovered them as a kid I would have devoured them, and all the better because there are just so many Anne novels to read. I would have then been able to read the rest of Montgomery’s novels, and then probably had a whole year of reading sorted for myself.
More likely though, I would have hated Anne and her dream incessant wondered when something interesting might happen.
Reading her as an adult I find myself to be very like Marilla. Her childish feveour for nature and romantic imagination really grew on me. I found Anne to be quite a charming character, and though so little really happens in the novel I found I cared for her vey much and really want to know what happens next to her.
What I didn’t know until I read this book is that Anne is actually Canadian. I always thought it was an American novel and that is partly why I had never read it. I’d read Little Women and didn’t feel the need to learn about more American girls. Too much of what I read, and what is promoted, is American, I try to avoid it where possible, sticking to British stuff instead (don’t get me started on Australian classics for children, I couldn’t care less for the bush). It’s a whole new country for me to explore.
If I didn’t have so many other books to get through for the read harder challenge, the rest of Anne’s would be next.
Coming up on my next blog: More reviews likely.
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